This poem is for the broken combs and blue magic For pink lotion and just for me texturizers I sat for 5 hours In a hot salon that smelled of crack conditioner and oil sheen There is where I learned that I defy gravity I learned that finger waves make your hair grow And essential […]
While it seem like an easy solution to the problem, my school’s new skort rule is actually a Band-Aid for a much larger issue: consent. I believe that while administration had the students’ best interests at heart, they missed the mark on identifying the deeper issue.
Preparing for my 10-hour commitment, I set my moisturizer, shea butter and laptop on the corner of the mahogany dining room table. As daylight faded into darkness, I sat, parting my freshly washed hair into square sections and attaching the synthetic hair to the roots of my natural hair like my late aunt Holly taught me.
VOX spread out along the route of Atlanta March for Social Justice & Women — from the Center for Civil and Human Rights to the Georgia state capital building. Here we present a variety of stories of youth, their protests and hopes.
Protesters’ signs shouted what it seemed they could not say enough times. These were the messages they plastered onto cardboard boxes and poster board so the world would see what they meant — so the world could see how much they meant it.